Settling

Pete Stuart's poem, 'Settling'

Not quite silence

but on the other hand

the ambient sounds diminish –

start to freeze and

I edge from rim

towards the centre –

land gently, nose round

my terrors.

Can’t say what

the light will reveal

but meanwhile seize this chance

to lift away some scree.

Blood seems to thicken. Pulse so slow

and I let go.

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Comments

A beautiful poem - thank you. Ann

By anniel on 20th February 2012 - 15:18

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